(Insert picture of my lovely daughter, who is terribly camera shy, here)
12 years ago, after hours of my whining and moaning, you came into this world with a cry of rage. I suppose it was a bit uncomfortable - heck, even embarassing - to come into this world nekkid with half a dozen people looking at you. But that's your fault. If you didn't wanna be nekkid and cold, you shoulda put a sweater on before making your first appearance.
I can't figure out what happened to TWELVE WHOLE YEARS! It seems like just yesterday I was bringing you home from the hospital, ridiculously overconfident in my ability to handle single-motherhood. Now I look at you and see a gal who is independent and strong. I won't call you a young woman yet, if you don't mind. Give me a couple years to get used to that idea.
Anyway. Happy Birthday, my beautiful girl. You make me smile. You make me proud. I love you!